Elise’s life had been in constant danger since she fell sick. She had practically all of the known symptoms of the plague, first realizing she was affected when, near the end of the plague, she realized a minor scratch on her foot had begun rotting. Ever since, she was in a downward spiral. Elise never left her den. She had fallen into the habit of downplaying her condition so as not to worry her cousins and sister . . . but it was very worrisome indeed how much she was suffering. Elise’s voice was hoarse and rough. She could barely speak. She slept most of the day each day, mired in a state of agony and suffering. When she was lucid, she was wracked with hunger pains and an aching thirst that ached in her entire mouth.
She smelled death in the air today. Somebody had died in Sindri. The Zodiac woman tried to drag herself up - but to no avail. She collapsed, feeling a weak bone crack. A sob left Elise’s dry throat, and she saw her vision begin to darken. Swallowtail - Gwydion - Castiel -
Just like that, she was gone.

“Baby, I been, I’ve been praying hard!”